182. Hello, my name is Kayla!

Hi ya! Yes, I am Kayla. Jenny asked me if I wanted to write on her blog, and asked me, and asked me. I didn’t know what to write so I kept putting her off, but, finally, here I am. She asked me to write about something I am passionate about. Well, like many twenty-somethings, I am passionate about putting off adulting! HA!!!

I think adulting means to live on my own, financially independent, with of course, a job. At least I have an excuse. I am still a student and I just turned 23, not 33! But to be honest, part of the appeal of graduate school was the excuse it gave me to put off having to fully “adult.” Of course Jen and Mike tease me that I am kinda “adulting” in a different form of the word. After all, I am participating in their adultery! But as Jenny says, “I digress!”

I have other passions, like Mike and Jen! lol. Seriously though, they are a passion of mine. I figure you want to know how or why. That’s what people ask me when I tell them about my relationship. It’s hard to describe why you are attracted to what attracts you. It isn’t simple, but I’ll give it a go.

I first met them when I was about 10 or 11 as I lived a couple of houses down from them. One of their sons is about my age. I tried hard to be his friend just so I could spend more time with his family. T was always nice to me and tolerated my showing up to “hang out.” But, we didn’t have a lot in common. On the upside, I did get to learn Grand Theft Auto, which I feigned interest in just to have a reason to hang around.

For some reason I immediately connected with Mike and Jen. My parents always said I was their “little adult.” Even when I had family gatherings, I was more comfortable with my aunts and uncles than I was with my cousins. It wasn’t that I wanted Mike and Jen to be my parents, but I did love spending time with them. I always felt so warm and welcomed in their house. So “visible” and included. I liked the way everyone in the family treated each other. It was fun, loving, and most of all, nurturing. This was different from my own home. There were moments of fun, a thread of love that loosely bound us, but not much nurturing. The simplest example is that Mike and Jen’s family are huggers. It is how they say hello and goodbye. My family? Hugs only came when there were apologies or consoling needed. Unfortunately there were plenty of those kind of hugs.

There were times I came over to hang out with T but then spent the whole time talking to “Mr. and Mrs. H” as I use to call them. As soon as I was able I volunteered myself to babysit J. It was simple things…just playing with him while Jenny ran an errand. But as I got older and earned more trust, I would watch him in the evenings as Mike and Jen went out. I even went along with them on outings to serve as another set of hands for Jenny. I even went on a couple of vacations with them. Very wonderful memories for me.

At first I wanted to be like Jenny when I grew up. She seemed so confident and controlled. I also remember recognizing that her happiness was from within, independent of others around her, even though it was clear her family brought her a lot of joy. I always thought, “I want to be like that. I need to be like that.”

My initial thoughts of Mike were that he was a nice man. He treated Jenny and his family so well, and was always nice to me. Like Jenny, any time I was over he made it a point to have a conversation with me. It made me feel important. There were times I wished he was my dad. I really loved it when we would be out and they would refer to me as their “niece.” It was just a simple way to answer people who asked if I was their daughter. It was nicer than, “No, just some kid who hangs around our family.”

Then, about when puberty hit, I got this crush on Mike. I remember the exact moment it hit me. I hugged him goodbye and I squeezed a little harder than usual, and he squeezed back. Nothing extreme, nothing sexual. Good God, I was only 12! Just that little bit harder hug than usual and perhaps a little bit longer as well, by like a second or two. Whatever, it put such a huge smile on my face and it put a tickle in a place I’ve never felt tickled before. Ooh, gross, I know, but that was just me and my body reacting. Mike didn’t do anything weird to cause it. It’s just what happens around that age. It just so happens that for me, my trigger was some “old guy.” LOL!

I don’t know if Jenny wrote about this but I told them my first memory of masturbating was to thoughts of Mike and it occurred shortly after “the hug.” We aren’t talking graphic sexual images in my head. It was really just playing that hug over and over in my mind. Thoughts of running my hands over his hairy chest. I’ve seen him in bathing suits so knew what his chest looked like. Just thinking about him hugging me, telling me nice things, and stroking my arm (which he didn’t actually do….this was just in my fantasy). That was all it took to have my first orgasm (okay, that and my fingers). Okay, okay, I know. Icky! You are like, “STOP TALKING ABOUT PRE-TEEN SEX STUFF!” I am just sayin’ that yes, I had this crush on Mike at a young age.

When Jenny shared that her and Mike were into DD, my initial reaction was I just had to know more. I admired them both so much I figured whatever they were into had to be interesting. Add to that was Jenny seeming so enthusiastic and happy about it. And her sharing something that personal really made me feel special. I also had no idea what all their dynamic really included. At first I thought, “Like, okay, Mike spanks her because she wants him to, no biggie.” I had no idea what their DD or D/s was about.

I just know when she shared it with me I knew she was sharing something very personal. This made me pour my soul out to her about lots of things in my life. In the process of sharing so much, I felt a different type of closeness with Jenny. I can hear her say, “Vulnerability does that to people!”. Even though she is much older than me, I felt more like a peer, a friend, a confidant. I felt I was no longer that “little girl” who just hung around their family.

Although I am shy in crowds I’ve been pretty sexually adventurous even before this. I was already a “third” in another relationship before getting into a relationship with Mike and Jen. I had sex with boys and girls, including threesomes, so, I wasn’t sexually naive. As the three of us starting talking and sharing more, I knew I wanted to be a part of their life and a part of their dynamic. And here I am!

Now you know a little about what got me into this crazy thing — Ha ha! J/k of course. I love it here!

12 thoughts on “182. Hello, my name is Kayla!”

I really enjoyed this post. It is always interesting to hear things from another viewpoint and we can all learn a lot from that. One thing I love with blog posts tis hat they are personal and the writer’s spoken voice comes over which means we can get a sense of who you are. Thank you for sharing. 😊

It’s wonderful to hear about your journey from your perspective. I’ve enjoyed ddjennifer’s perspective and insight since almost the beginning and have been wondering and hoping that you might get the blog itch. It can allow us the followers a peek into the various stories, activities and interactions from your point of view. Regardless if you decide to post more or not, welcome and thank you for the firsthand peek behind Kayla!

Thanks. Keep encouraging her (this is Jen). I keep telling her it doesn’t matter if she posts a lot or a little, just do it. Maybe soon , and your nice words are more fuel to get her to want to blog. Thanks again

Wonderful to hear your own words and this perspective! You did a fine job, and I hope you consider continuing to blog here or starting your own. Writing helps clear your head and you do get to meet some very nice folks too.